Page 31 of Heart of Stone
He knew I was close. “That’s it, baby, take it to the edge. Take me fucking with you.” He tightened his ass to push hiscock deeper inside of me and that was all I needed. Splinters of light flashed behind my eyes as my pussy convulsed around his cock. His iron grip tightened on my hips and he held me firm as he thrust into me, making my orgasm grow in intensity.
“Yes, fuuuck yes,” I moaned.
A low, guttural sound rumbled deep in his throat and his body stiffened as he came.
The sea breeze felt almost cold on my flushed pink skin. A small shiver raced through me as my body temperature dropped and my pulse slowed. I climbed off of Hunter and stretched out next to him. He turned and wrapped me in his warmth.
“This was a good suggestion, my sex goddess.”
“Uh huh, but don’t overuse the sex goddess title. It should only be used at the height of passion or in really important times, like when a bunch of your usual groupies are hanging around you at a party. Then you can call me sex goddess.” I grew quiet. My bringing up the other girls had sprinkled a bit of darkness on an otherwise great afternoon. But it was always there like an irritating fly at a barbecue, the notion of the other girls, orthemas he called his other conquests.
“You know they don’t mean a thing,” he said quietly.
The seagulls had moved in on the boat, certain that we either had fish or some good snacks onboard. They screeched intermittently overhead. It had been a perfect afternoon, but I’d broken the bliss with my comment. I could never shake it, the heartbreak of knowing that Hunter was never going to be mine.
“Nothing is right without you, Street. Nothing. But I’ve got nothing to offer. You deserve so much?—”
I sat up. “No. Stop. Shut up. Don’t pull that I’m not worthy shit on me anymore.” I took a deep breath. I was never going to forgive myself if I cried. “What kind of a diamond licking, designer fucking purse wearing princess do you take me for? I’ve grown up in a little house, just as shitty as yours, and with not much to my name except a car with an odometer that has already gone around twice, a fairly worthless state quarter collection and an autographed picture of Justin Timberlake. And since I bought the damn thing on Ebay when I was fifteen, I’m pretty sure it’s a fake. So don’t give me the not worthy crap, Hunter. Please.”
I grabbed my panties and bra deciding this whole rant would be a lot more respectable if I wasn’t sitting naked in the middle of a fishing boat. “Yeah, it’s nice to have a roof over my head. It’s nice to have food in my belly. And I’ll admit it’s nice to be able to buy a cute pair of shoes occasionally, but I don’t need much to be happy, Hunter. I just want to love the person I’m with and to have them love me back. I want to know that when things are tough and on days when the world is particularly ugly that the person I’m with will hold me and kiss me and tell me everything’s going to be all right.” A small waver in my voice warned me that tears could be imminent. “You’ve always been that person for me, Hunter. But lately it’s not enough. Sometimes when you’re not around, I feel empty. But it’s not because I’m lonely, it’s because deep down I feel like I’m chasing after something that isn’t really there.”
He sat up. His hair stood up in black spikes all over his head as he raked his fingers through it. He reached for his jeans and pulled out a joint. “I’m nothing without you,Amy, but you shine like a goddamn angel all on your own. The only thing I do is dim that light with my big, fucking shadow.” He lit the joint and took a long hit. I waved it off when he offered it to me.
I hopped up and pulled on my jeans. He avoided looking up at me. “One day it will dawn on you that I’m gone, that your days aren’t going to be lightened by yourgoddamn angelanymore, and you’ll be sorry as hell.”
His dark lashes still curtained his eyes. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could see his Adam’s apple move up and down his throat with a deep swallow. He took another hit of weed and extinguished the joint. We got dressed and climbed back up to the pilot house.
As hard as we tried to untangle this, the whole thing just kept getting more knotted.
NINETEEN
HUNTER
“Ijust realized something,” Slade said as he lowered his beer glass to the table.
“This should be good,” Colt said with a roll of his eyes.
“No really. I have no focal point. I’m missing a center of attention. Crucial eye candy, if you will.”
I stared at him. “What the hell are you rambling about?”
He pointed at Colt. “My little bro doesn’t take his eyes off his pretty jewel, Jade, all night. Even when she disappears down the hall to the storeroom, he stares all dreamy eyed that direction just waiting for his pretty little vision to return.”
Colt leaned back. “You’re fucking nuts, do you know that?”
Slade waved him off. “No, it’s all right, bro. She’s a damn picture. I don’t blame you, and I’d probably do the same if I had someone like her.” He turned to me. “And you, my ever-serious big brother, well we all know who you watch. Actually, watch isn’t the right word for keeping an eye on someone so fiercely it seems you just might tearthe head off of someone who dares to breathe air too close to Street. But that’s old news. Now there’s me. Mind you, tonight there’s been a nice parade of beauties in and out of this place.” He lifted up a napkin that had a phone number on it. “Including that sweet redhead who was in town to visit her aunt. But there is never that one girl who the spotlight always follows for me. I’m kind of pissed about that. I feel like I’m missing out on some kind of club membership or something.”
Colt poured himself the rest of the beer. It was the last pitcher of the night. Almost everyone had cleared out of Lazy Daze but we were waiting until Jade and Amy were done with their shifts. “Damn, Slade, are you eating those funky mushrooms again, cuz you’re talking like you’re batshit crazy.”
“Nope this is just me reflecting.”
“Yeah, the reflecting bullshit again,” I said.
Slade looked at me. “You, buddy, need it more than anyone. Not many guys can be completely nuts about a girl and yet, so boldly ignore it as you do.”
“Yep, he has a point,” Colt chimed in.
“Fuck. Is it closing time yet?” I glanced up at the clock above the bar.
